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cocked & loaded [dwayne johnson/vin diesel]

okay, so if i were to write the academy award-winning and world peace-establishing screenplay where Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson and Vin Diesel slowly fall in love, this is what it would look like:

  • vin and dwayne would be bitter Rival Agents for an intelligence agency. both would be up for a Big Promotion.  they would both be working together (but against each other) on something something black market mafia.  the mafia would be involved.  they would be VERY CLOSE to cracking this case.  
  • whoever cracks the case gets the promotion! because things like this are always very clear-cut in movies.  and whoever gets the promotion is the Better Agent, and it’s settled forever.
  • what they don’t expect is when they finally go in to make the Big Bust on The Family is that the Big Players will still be at large–and there will be a BABY.  
  • the baby will fall into agency custody, and will require surveillance in a remote safehouse.
  • “i need YOU TWO to pretend and be this baby’s GAY DADS to protect the baby and keep The Family off our tail while we close in on them,” says Head Intelligence Captain Lupita Nyong’o.  
  • dwayne and vin and baby are begrudgingly moved to a suburb of provincetown, massachusetts. cut to shot of a FOR SALE sign being pulled down, a ford fusion hybrid pulling up behind a moving van.  dwayne and vin step out.  they are both wearing muscle shirts and mirror-lensed aviators.  dwayne grabs a baby bag, throws it over his shoulder.  vin grabs the car seat out of the back, and both of them walk-slow motion up the side walk to their new 800k beach house.  
  • here’s what they expect: passive aggressive co-existence for a couple of weeks, where they try to be the Better Dad in a bid for the promotion they both want.  dwayne will go jogging with the baby every morning!! vin will wear her in a sling when he goes to the farmer’s market and smiles at the vendors while feeling up avocados and selecting fresh caught filets of fish!! 
  • here’s what they don’t expect: their next door neighbors are going to be Channing Tatum and Idris Elba and their five beautiful, interracial babies.  they are the perfect Gay Family, but “also,” dwayne says, pushing vin inside from where he’s been grilling steaks and drinking MILLER out of a CAN in broad daylight for the Real Gay Family to see and call over from their patio!!! “these guys are the REAL DEAL.  they’re gonna know something’s up!  i know we’ve had our beef, but we gotta step our game up and work together if we’re gonna make this operation work.”  
  • “you’re right,” vin says.  he’s nodding, looking at a ground, but then up and meeting dwayne’s gaze. “you’re RIGHT.” they’re gonna make this partnership work!!! they are going to be the BEST GAY DADS.
    • CUT TO: vin and dwayne staring at the king sized mattress in the master bedroom.  “i can just–” vin says, but dwayne grabs him by the shoulder and shakes it playfully.  “no man,” he says. “it’s all in or nothing.” 
    • CUT TO: them jogging together with baby playfully squealing from her stroller early in the morning.  
    • CUT TO: vin playfully feeding dwayne grapes at the farmer’s market.  “it’s all or nothing,” he repeats, raising his eyebrows (???? eyebrow folds? idk man). dwayne rolls his eyes and TAKES THE BITE.  
  • CUT TO: channing tatum in monogrammed shorts and pink polo and boat shoes on their front door step with one of his many perfect, precious toddlers on his shoulders, asking them to dinner.  “uh yeah,” dwayne says, cool as a cucumber. he’s not freaking out (he’s totally freaking out!!).  “we’ll bring the wine.”
  • “we’ll bring the wine?” vin repeats, in a hushed voice so the neighbors and baby don’t hear them fighting. “do you know anything about wine? they probably have a second house in france!  i haven’t had anything that didn’t come from a box since–since ever! what were you thinking?” “i panicked!  it seemed like the right thing to say!” 
    • TIRES SCREECH as the ford focus hybrid drifts into the whole foods parking lot.  
  • they show up out of breath, foreheads glistening, with baby in her favorite babybjorn, feet kicking from the day’s excitement of wine shopping.  vin, wheezing, passes a bottle of red and a bottle of white.
    • “oh, a chateau coutet barsac,” idris says with a chuckle, showing the label to channing. “remember that time–?” and oh my GOD, they have inside jokes!! 
    • (”we don’t have any inside jokes!!” dwayne whispers when they immediately excuse themselves halfway through a tour of the house. “that’s because you are the least funny person i know!” vin replies. “god, i hate you!!!” they both probably hiss at each other.)
  • the worst and best part of the night is when they’re serving the roast veg salad, and channing says with the best intentions, “so, how did you two meet?”
    • “uh,” vin says.
    • “the gym,” dwayne says. which, actually turns out to be true.  they look at each other, smile soft and genuine for once at each other, REMEMBERING. before they were BITTER RIVALS, they met at the academy gym and were GYM BUDDIES.  they used to have FUN trying to beat each other’s PR on the treadmill, they used to LOVE shit talking each other when they spotted each other bench pressing, they used to snap towels at each other’s asses in the locker room and totally not check each other out or anything!!! and then they were both accepted to the same position at work and they stopped being friendly for whatever reason.  they stop smiling, they look away from each other.  “anyway.”
    • “we met building houses for habitat for humanity,” idris offers, because of COURSE THEY DID.
  • the second worst part of the night is when channing mentions during the dessert course that two weeks from now is the annual May Day Homeowner’s Neighborhood Block Party Crab Cookoff, and maybe dwayne and vin would like to host to get to know everyone else in the neighborhood! 
  • vin has had like, three more glasses of wine than everyone else, and with aid of liquid confidence, shrugs his shoulders and leans back in his chair and says, “yeah, man, we’d love to.”
    • “’yeah, man, we’d love to?’” dwayne repeats when they’re walking home, baby asleep in her bjorn. 
    • “sorry, did you want me to give ourselves away? what happened to being the best? we’re trying to be believable!” 
    • “yeah,” dwayne says, watching vin strip off his shirt and pants and toss them over his shoulder into their spare hamper before crawling into their bed.  it’s routine.  they both have their sides of the bed.  “believable.”
    • the bedroom is quiet as they face away from each other at the edges of the mattress.  eventually dwayne asks, “do you remember why we stopped being friends?”
    • for a second he thinks maybe vin’s gone to sleep.  but he turns over.  “no,” he says.  “or yeah, maybe. as soon as i realized we would both be seeing action, it became too much of a risk.  friendship.  it was easier to lose you as a friend on my terms than lose you as a friend because you got your dumbass killed.”
    • they decide to be friends again.  you know, for the baby.  for work. whatever.  
  • they get so caught up in planning the May Day Homeowner’s Neighborhood Block Party Crab Cookoff, making inside jokes and ignoring the increasing casual physical intimacy between them that they don’t realize they are BEING WATCHED.
  • the mafia is HERE and they want their BABY and they want dwayne and vin DEAD.  
  • the M.D.H.N.B.P.C.C happens and everything is going according to plan, and they are about to have dwayne judge the bisque portion of the competition, but no one has seen dwayne anywhere!!!!
  • are there warehouses in provincetown??? is there a bad part of provincetown??? anyways, that’s probably where the mafia took dwayne.  vin is FREAKING OUT, how does he save dwayne??? how does he protect the baby, who they are using dwayne as ransom for??? who will judge the bisque portion of the crab cookoff???
  • idris puts a hand on his shoulder.  he’s been watching the entire time.  “i’ll take the baby into our panic room–” OF COURSE THEY HAVE A PANIC ROOM, “and channing will judge the bisque portion of the crab cookofff.  you go save your man.”
  • CUT TO: vin getting geared up to go out and kick some mafia ass, entering their walk-in closet and grabbing GUNS and a BULLET PROOF VEST and lacing up his L.L BEAN MEN’S GORETEX LEATHER BOOTS.  
  • vin takes out the entire warehouse-or-whatever of mafia lackeys and comes across dwayne tied up and blindfolded.
  • “who’s there!” dwayne demands, like he’s ready to fight despite himself.  vin takes three strong steps forward and grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him in for a kiss.  “guess who,” he replies.  dwayne smiles.
  • just then the Final Boss shows up as dwayne is being untied and like, something dramatic happens or whatever, but it’s okay.  they die or go to jail or something, it doesn’t really matter, because dwayne and vin are in LOVE and they’re gonna adopt the hell out of that baby.
  • CUT TO: a month later.  Head Intelligence Captain Lupita Nyong’o is disappointed when vin won’t accept his promotion.  
  • “i would,” he says, heavily decorated for saving dwayne in the field and taking down the mafia family.  “but the code of conduct says that it would be a conflict of interest if i was my husband’s supervisor.” BAM! THE END.  THEY’RE MARRIED.  WORLD PEACE UNLOCKED.   DONALD TRUMP IMPEACHED.  EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]



“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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LUCID DREAMING: HOW TO

SO LUCID DREAMING!!  

Some people asked because of my TONGUE IN CHEEK POST about it the other night, well!!! all it is, is being consciously aware that you’re dreaming. You can kinda train your brain to do it and it’s fukken awesome ok!  I learned from a bunch of books I got out from the library one summer back in high school and I have kept up all the habits since then until shit got weird but we don’t talk about that

sometimes you get to a point where you can control your dream and force yourself to dream about a certain thing . either way it’s really damn neat to just have conscious awareness while you’re asleep and if nothing else, it’s something fun to do that doesn’t cost anything.

I got into it a few years before Inception came out, if you can believe it. So when that movie came out talking about the same ideas my mind was  blown 

First things first:

1) DREAM RECALL:

This is your ability to actually remember your dreams. Because imagine, even if you end up having a lucid dream,  what’s the point if you completely forget it as soon as you’re awake? Some people think they don’t dream anymore but it isn’t true, everyone dreams. Some people just don’t remember.

So Write down  all your dreams, anything that you can remember as soon as you wake up.

I just text it to myself first thing in the morning and usually they’re super disjointed and barely readable but it’s just enough to have me remember them again. even if you can only remember little snippets, the more you do this the better you can get at remembering.

2) DREAM CUES

Dream cues are these little things that make you realize you’re asleep because they differ between reality and your dreams. They’re kind of like triggers that will make you realize you’re dreaming. The idea is to check in on these cues even when you’re awake, so that when it becomes a habit in real life, it will become a habit when you’re asleep.

It’s also a good way to check if you’re actually awake because sometimes dreams are super realistic. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I woke up in my bed, then did the reality check only to figure out I was dreaming.

Different people have different ones but there’s some common ones:

-mirrors: In real life you look like yourself. in a dream you’ll look like a really distorted version of yourself or like a completely different person. I don’t recommend this one because what you see in the mirror might freak you out into just waking up lol

-counting your fingers and seeing more or less than the amount of fingers you have

-electronics that don’t work

-text that changes when you read it, look away and then read it again

-dim lights [i hate light dimmers for this reason eugh]

-loose teeth

My personal ones are the and fingers and the changing text! So in real life, I count my fingers, and read some text, look away and read it again to see if it changes.

If I have more than 5 fingers, I realize I’m asleep and that’s where the lucid part starts.

Personally for me, all of these have served as dream cues, but these two are the ones that i literally check on. Another big one for me is if my teeth are loose, it’s an automatic cue for knowing I’m asleep.

INDUCING A LUCID DREAM

So you made a habit out of checking in on your dream cues and writing down your dreams. Now how do you actually do this thing….

There are some REALLY SPECIFIC METHODS To inducing a lucid dream . Some people practice one method that brings you from wakefulness directly into a dream, with NO LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I find this a little rarer but it’s definitely happened to me

Others have the method where you fall asleep as usual, end up in a dream, and then your consciousness wakes up while you’re in the dream. This is more common I think.

my sleep science might be off but this is it as I’ve understood it.

so the general method is to go to bed super early. like 9pm. And set your alarm for Stupid O Clock. I am talking some ungodly hour that you will never be up, like 4:30.

Reason being: You will literally never go to sleep and immedeitly start dreaming. You have to have been asleep for a few hours, having gotten a few sleep cycles in. The longer you sleep, the deeper your sleep cycles run and the more restful sleep you’ll have as the night goes on. It’s only in the later sleep cycles that you start to dream.

This is the reason you’re groggy in the morning [you were just in the middle of your deepest sleep cycle] but not groggy at all if you wake up at like 12

So the goal is to wake up right before you’re gonna go into a deep sleep cycle.

Stay awake for a few minutes, go to the bathroom or something, read some stuff on lucid dreaming on your phone… You want to wake up your brain so that your mind is conscious and running even though you’re dead tired.

Now you can go back to sleep, and the conditions are pretty much met for having a lucid dream.

SO GENERALLY NOW, it’s really likely that you’re gonna have a regular dream.

But if you’ve been making a habit out of doing your dream cues/reality checks while you’re awake, at some point you’re gonna do it while you’re asleep.

stuff from the waking world carries over into dreamtown. it’s the same reason you’ll have super realistic dreams about your job or people you know.

IT’S ACTUALLY SUPER COOL When you do your dream-cues and you see different results from real life. Like I’ll count my fingers and realize there’s 6 of them and be like Ohhh shit! I’m asleep! Time to go wild.

Usually I just fly around like a motherfucker but it’s so cool to be your exact same self who is able to think about your family/friends/homework/life/memes except you’re flying

CONTROLLING THE DREAM

OK SO NOW THAT YOU’RE AWAKE while dreaming, you can  try controlling your dream. This is a bit harder to explain but in my opinion it’s as easy as focusing/dwelling on what you want to do..kind of like repeating a mantra mentally.

Like lets say you’re dreaming and you come across a house. As you’re walking towards it, tell yourself “Captain Kirk is in this house and we’re gonna have the time of our damn life.” TELL YOURSELF WITH CONVICTION! BELIEVE IT! CAPTAIN KIRK IS IN THE HOUSE! OVER AND OVER!

also try practising controlling on little things first. Like point to the sky and say “brighter” or “more purple” or “bluer” or think “I want it to be night time instead" and it SHOULD change.

STAYING IN THE DREAM

There’s 2 tricks I know of that will keep you in a dream for longer when you feel like you’re about to wake up and you don’t want to.

One is spinning: If you feel yourself waking up, try spinning around on the spot till you’re dizzy. Things will blur around you and then they will clear up and get super sharp! Especially spinning while crouching. I have no idea why this works, but it does and others have said the same thing.

The other is, when you feel like things are getting blurry, focus on ONE spot in the dream. I usually crouch and like, stare at the details and texture of the road really really close up. For some reason, pinpointing your focus on one little thing will refocus the dream.

finally,

READ UP!!

Honestly the more you read about lucid dreaming, the more likely you are to have one for yourself..Even by reading this you’re more likely to have one. It’s weird, but it works. When I would regularly read books on the topic they’d say the same thing and it was true. It’s kind of like, the fact that you’re aware that it can happen makes it likely to happen..

SO YEAH, before you go to sleep or when you wake up at 4 in the morning, google it, see what others have to say. Get your brain in gear for it. there’s lots of posts online that will probably talk about the same stuff that I have here but this is my legit personal experience with it and stuff over the years.

IN SHORT

  • DO YOUR DREAM CUES/REALITY CHECKS
  • WRITE DOWN YOUR DREAMS
  • SET YOUR ALARM FOR A REALLY DUMB TIME!!
  • HAPPY DREAMING

For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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Kidz Bop Dead Girl Walking

Veronica: the mean girl queen of high school has decreed it she said Monday 8am I will be deleted they will hunt me down at recess stuff and mount me on the wall thirty hours to live how should I spend it I don’t have to stay and die like cattle I could steal a bike and ride up to Seattle but I don’t want a record wait here’s an option that I like spend these thirty hours getting friendly! I need it bad I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard I’m a dead girl walking before they punch my clock in snapping off your window lock got no time to knock I’m a dead girl walking

JD: Veronica what are you doing in my room?!

Veronica: shhh sorry but I really had to see you I decide I must play you till I beat you (exaggerated wink 😉) heather says I gots to go your the last friend that I know shut your mouth and find monopoly!! Come on! Tonight we’re pals! I’m your dead girl walking! Find the cards I’m a dead girl walking! Let’s play you know the rules I’m car you’re cat I’ll win board! bow down to the will of a dead girl walking! And you know you know you know it’s cause you’re kind to me you say you don’t do friends but I disagree so the worlds unfair let’s keep locked out there in here it’s beautiful! Let’s make this beautiful!

JD: that works for me hyoop

*aggressively plays monopoly*

Veronica: full steam ahead play this dead girl walking

JD: how’d you find my address

Veronica: let’s break the board play this dead girl walking

JD: I think you tore my new cards

Veronica: no sleep tonight for you better chug that Mountain Dew

JD: okay okay

Veronica: get your knight in gear make this whole town disappear

JD: okay okay

Veronica: high five me hold my hand hug me now and now and now no more talking friend this dead girl walking!!!

No Regrets (Part 7)

So I’ve been away for a few days, spending some time with my family. Didn’t manage to update this earlier but here it is now! Hope you like it!


Need to catch up? Here’s No Regrets Masterlist


Word count: 2.8k


Warnings: Swearing. Some angst. SASSY TONY.


A/N: Ooh, the tension, guys! Also, this gif is so perfect for this part!

Originally posted by starkexpo


You needed coffee today. Normally you’re pretty cheery when you arrive at work but this morning you were snappy and your colleagues noticed. The girls have asked you to nip around the corner to the café and grab you all some liquid caffeine. You were more than happy to do it – anything to get out of the office today! You were getting tired of all the drama. In a way you knew that this will pass in time, you’d just have to stick through it. But logic was not the dominant force today. Today angst and bitterness were having a day out in the life of Y/N…

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[This isn’t my video, I found it via https://twitter.com/caringsuga/status/853797239768182784]

ALRIGHT LISTEN. DO NOT MAKE ME GO INTO A FULL ON RANT BECAUSE I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SHRED A BITCH.

I am so disappointed. T H I S. I S. N O T. O K A Y.

I LITERALLY DONT UNDERSTAND WHY ANYONE THINKS IT’S APPROPRIATE TO CHASE POOR TAE AND HIS FRIEND THROUGH AN AIRPORT SCREAMING AT HIM LIKE TF???????? .

HE’S LITERALLY A PRECIOUS HUMAN AND HE-ALONG WITH EVERY OTHER CELEBRITY-DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE TREATED THIS WAY…SO PLEASE GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR AND BIBBIDI BOBBIDI BACK TF UP BEFORE I DELETE A HOE FROM THE FANDOM.

ALSO I HEARD THIS HAPPENED TO SEVENTEEN AND I AM L I V I D.

Choreo (Hoseok/Reader)

Prompt: Requesting a semi-gentle Jhope smut where you work for bighit as a stage tech or something and you’re painfully shy around Hoseok and the others cuz their intimidating but you secretly can dance really really well and youre really passionat and while thinking you’re alone you do like the nmd dance break or improv to a sound check and he catches you without you knowing and slides in then shows you how much ahempassion he has♥♥ (I keep getting ignored/forgotten plz help me sin) THANK YOU

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Words: 9k+

Author: JP

Summary: You were a stage tech on Bighit entertainment, and you had a major crush on Jung Hoseok.

Tags: Light exhibition kink, swearing


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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 5

A/N: I was gonna update yesterday, but yanno school is stressful yet a top priority. I don’t have much to say, but I'm glad you all like the last part and I’m thankful for all of the nice feedback in my dms. (You get to learn a small ounce about my childhood you guys lmao) I hope you guys enjoy part 5 and remember as always I need 100 notes to release part 6💕

I coulda ended it better too, sorry bout that. It’s past two in the morning on a school night and I ran out of ideas…

**WARNING**: Slight smut, not much though


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten


“Y/N…” Calum grumbled, flipping onto his side to see you better and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think fish go to heaven?”

You couldn’t help but to snort as the sleepy boy asked the question. You were currently in his bed and watching Law&Order SVU on Netflix as he struggled to stay awake. He had called you over an hour or two ago because he was bored out of his mind and now it was just a little past two in the morning. You were hesitant at coming over at first, not wanting to be seen by his roommate, but he convinced you his friend was heavily sleeping since it was so late at night. You also gave into coming over because you hadn’t seen him in almost a week and missed his scent and cheeky smile.

“Seriously.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, Calum, why?”

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Weekly plan/goals

Plan for the week:

Incorporate more cardio into my workouts

Drink a lot more water

Eat more vegetables

Eat oatmeal

Work on art projects/digital drawing/building on my website

Get to bed on time

(I really freaking hope that I can do all these, I’ve been bad with buckling down on all of these. I’ve done them sort of half assed and I deserve better. Heh)

Imagine your boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, visiting you on set of your new movie


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breath of the wild is so refreshing not only for a zelda game but also for an open world game in general, and i think the best way to explain why is with an anecdote from another game

so one of the first things i noticed after getting just cause 3 was that the northwest corner of the map featured a massive island with exactly zero features marked. naturally, i had to see what was there. it was so enticing! surely it would be something good, right? just cause 2 also had a huge open world and lots of secrets

i spent maybe 15 minutes flying there and another 30 exploring every inch of the island. there was nothing there. there was a volcano, and some random people in boats, but nothing of note to interact with. just an empty environment. i later learned that this was the location of the final boss fight–but, because i went there out of sequence, there was nothing for me to do there

breath of the wild is the exact opposite. if you have the means to get there, you can go anywhere you want on the map, and you’ll be rewarded for your curiosity! that’s not just a marketing soundbyte, it’s really demonstrably true. you can go straight to the area where the final boss is or head to any corner of the game’s world, and even if you get your ass kicked, you’ll probably find some gear that’s immediately useful. you can tackle story quests out of order, too! you can stumble upon the location of a major story objective and go ahead and do it, even if the game didn’t explicitly tell you to do it. and if you run into some super tough enemies out there, there are always lots of options for every encounter. if you make clever use of the many tools available to you, you can get through just about anything

it’s a good video game

Negan imagines - The Blame part 10

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N: I am so sorry I’ve been away for the past couple weeks but I’m all caught up on the episodes and now I’m ready to write again! I’m so excited to see your reactions to the next few parts that I have planned up :)

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Daryl is gone, Eugene is at the sanctuary, your testing Negan’s rules.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2,988

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, Obviously, I’ve had to change some things to fit my story line. Violence. Someone burning alive. 

“It’s simply protocol, sweetie. Now take the dress and put it on.” Negan threw the dress at you so that you were forced to take it. 

“Screw you.”

Negan licked his lips as his smile widened. 

“Babygirl, you already did.” 

You narrowed your eyes at the man and Negan held your stare.

“Where’s Dwight?” Negan asked the men behind him but keeping his eyes locked on you.

“In his room, I think.” One of the men told Negan. 

“Find him.” Negan demanded, sending the men away.

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4th of July

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: its your husbands birthday, so you take the baby and him to meet the team and their families at the beach. complete fluff

warnings: jackasses with fireworks

The sunlight was warm on your face as you stepped out of the car that your husband had been driving, and you could hear the waves not far off in the distance. Steve was on the other side of the car getting the bags and chairs for the beach, and you were grabbing the baby and putting the red, white and blue hat on her. Even though it was his birthday, he still insisted on getting everything while you took care of the baby and her stuff. It was one of the best beach days you and the team could hope for, considering it was July 4th and only low 80s. The slightly cooler weather also meant less people on the beach to be creepy with the whole team there. A few other black SUVs pulled up on either sides of your car, and you recognized your teammates getting out. All of them were wearing their patriotic gear for the celebration of not only the Fourth of July, but your husband’s birthday.

Natasha was radiating beautifully as she and Bucky got out of their car, and gathered their things. You held your baby girl in your arms and became grateful for Steve having already put sunscreen on her back at home, since it would’ve been a fuss at the beach. She looked so cute in her little strawberry colored one piece, and her blonde hair looked just like Steve’s in the bright sun. By the time you were done putting her hat on and gathering your things from the front seat, everyone and their families were ready to walk onto the beach. You made sure that you grabbed Steve’s present from the glovebox and put it in the diaper bag to give to him later.

It hadn’t been long since you had the baby, only a few months. But the team hadn’t all been together in a few weeks since a much needed vacation was in the works, so it was nice to see all their smiling faces again. Nat was walking right beside you in the sand, chatting about how she and Bucky went to Alaska for 2 weeks. It was sweet to see the two of them finally happy again, and relaxing to the best of their ability. Nat had become your best friend when you moved into the tower after Steve came to the conclusion it was safer for you to live with him. She remained by your side when you got married to Steve, and then again when you had your child.

Steve was a little bit behind the group with the two beach chairs over his right shoulder, and umbrella in his left hand. Tony was already ahead of the group with Pepper, scoping out the beach with Clint and his clan. Everyone was setting up their beach chairs once they reached the mid point to the water and from the dunes. Steve smiled as he approached, albeit a minute behind since he was trying to get everything from the car. The umbrella came in handy since the baby couldn’t be out in too much sun, and it provided nice shade for you to be able to watch everyone come in and out of the water.

It was heaven on earth; all of your best friends and their families playing so happily right in front of you. Steve sat down in the beach chair next to yours, and you could see that he was taking in the people around him. It was a force of habit to scan the area, and now especially since he had you as his beautiful wife with your beautiful daughter.

“Baby, why don’t you relax? It’s your birthday,” After leaning over and kissing his cheek, you continued, “Plus I think that group of people down there-” You pointed at the group of out of place looking men standing by the concession stand, “Are shield agents, Tony probably hired them knowing you were going to be all uptight.” Steve smiled at your realization, and let out a laugh that made a smile come to your face.

You figured it would be a good time to grab his birthday present from the diaper bag, since you had a few moments alone with him before any more of the celebrations that night. The small box covered in patriotic wrapping paper made Steve smile, and he gratefully started to open it. It was a medium sized box which contained a vintage camera, and a sketch pad. Steve opened it, disposing of the wrapping in the extra bag you’d brought for trash before digging into the present.

Immediately his face lit up at the two presents that were in the box, all he had talked about for the past few months was wanting to get a sketchbook so he could finally start drawing again. “Thank you, honey.” Steve kissed your lips for a moment, and the both of you took in the moment. There was nothing in the world like being with the love of your life, your child, and family all at the same time, it made your heart overflow with love. But the moment was cut off by a call from down in the water, Bucky was calling Steve to come and swim for a bit. Steve kissed your lips once more and made his way down the beach.

That night, Tony had a big celebration at his beach house. This festival of sorts included a beautifully made family dinner, a bonfire, lots of drinking, and Tony the dumbass lighting off fireworks. Despite the illegality of it all, the neighbors all came out of their own giant houses to watch the show. All the girls stayed inside with you and the baby while the drunk idiots were playing with explosives outside, but you were still able to see the colorful fireworks through the many windows of the mansion. Pepper kept running outside every few minutes to make sure no one blew their fingers or their faces off, and she would return with a new story each time. They all took turns holding the baby, and your daughter was loving every second of attention.

Everyone finally settled down at midnight, and you had put the baby to bed an hour prior. Steve was more than happy to get in bed with you, and just hold you in his arms, and the two of you smelled like firewood from the bonfire that went on for way too long. Being pressed against his chest with his arms around you always felt like home. It was quiet for a long time, and you thought that maybe he fell asleep, but he finally shifted a little bit and kissed the top of your head. Steve’s also whispered in a low tone hoping not to wake up the baby, “Thank you for an amazing birthday, I love you baby.”

You smiled up at your husband in the dark room, and whispered back, “I love you more.”

The Return

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

A/N: My crush for Jeff Hardy returned at full force. Hope everyone enjoys this.

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x F!Reader

Summary: Your Ex returns, sending you into a state of rage and panic. What is going to happen once he sees you and wants to talk about the breakup?

Warnings: Swearing

Tagging: @dontfretimashieldette @starstar1012 @whatdoyourelfhi-c @calwitch

Word Count: 1200+


You stood with your arms crossed, watching the monitor. The tag match was next. You wore a sweatshirt and your ring bottoms and boots. You just won the Raw’s women title.

An arm wrapped around you, looking up you see Shane. “Hey! You were great out there tonight! I was looking everywhere to congregate you!” You smiled at him and hugged him. “Thank you, Shane. You were amazing! The Coast to Coast was unbelievable!”

“Thank you.” Shane patted your back as you both pulled away. You watched the monitor as Karl and Luke finally made it down the long ramp.

Just as the bell was going to ring, the new day’s music hit. Shane’s arm tightened around you.

“I wonder who it’s going to be!” You laughed. “Jesus! Must they always do something like that?” You said, shaking your head with a smile.

Then their music hit and your body froze. The crowd went wild as the Hardy Boyz made their return. Matt and Jeff were walking down the ramp, while the crowd chanted “Delete! Delete! Delete!”

Shane kept you close as you tried to move away from him. “Let go of me, Shane.” You spoke through your teeth. “Listen…You have to understand I couldn’t-”

You cut him off. “You couldn’t tell me that my ex was coming back here! The same ex that broke my heart!” You hissed, ripping yourself away from him.


You met Jeff in TNA and dated him for almost three years. But the relationship came to a grinding halt when you were offered a spot in NXT. Jeff didn’t want you to go. He didn’t want you to leave and travel away from him.

You tried to reason with him. That this was something you wanted since you started. This was something you dreamt of.

He told you that if you sign you wouldn’t be together for very long. Relationships like that never lasted long.

So you told me you weren’t going to sign if it meant losing him.

You were on your way home when Matt had called you. “Hey what’s up, Matt?” You held the phone between your ear and shoulder as you turned your car down the road.

“Listen…Jeff…He…He’s in bed with another woman right now…I came over to pick up my ring gear that I left and I found them…I’m sorry, Y/N.”


You were shoving your ring gear into your bag quickly. You needed to get the hell out of here! Now! You couldn’t let him see you. You wiped away a tear that managed to escape. Your hands gripped the title belt, your jaw clenched. “Goddamnit!

You pulled your hood up as you slipped through fellow wrestlers and crew members. You wanted to get out of here as soon as you could. Unnoticed by your ex.

Just as you were about to push the exit door, you were stopped by a strong hand. You glanced over your shoulder and see him. Jeff mother fucking Hardy stood there with a confused look on his face.

“Where…Where are you going? Aren’t you going to stay for the whole show?” You look away from his face, you try to pull yourself away from him, one arm still extended to the exit door, but he holds you.

“No…I have to go.” Jeff tugs on you, trying to pull you away from the door. “Where!? Come on, stay for the show! No one leaves WrestleMania! You were amazing out there! I couldn’t-”

“I don’t care, Jeff. I’m leaving! Let me go!” You said, trying to pull away. “This isn’t because of me…Right?”

You wouldn’t look at him as you tried pulling on your arm. “Let me go..Just please let me go. Please..” Jeff stared at you, keeping his hold strong.

“No. Stay. You need to stay for the rest of the show.”

“Let me go and I’ll stay.” Jeff slowly let his grip go on you.


A week Later…

You were trying to put your sweatshirt on, but it got caught in your hair. You tried to free it from the sweatshirt, but the more tugging you did, the worse it got.

“Hold still.” His voice rung in your ear, making you freeze. Jeff’s hands began gently pulling your hair free from the fabric. His hands grabbed the helm and pulled it down, your head popped out.

You pushed your arms through the sleeves, averting your gaze. “You looked nice tonight.” You glanced at him. “Thanks. I liked your face paint.”

Jeff smiled. “Thanks. The crowd was very lively tonight.” You nodded your head. “Yeah…I gotta get going…Few things I need to do before I have to do this Ride Along thing.”

“Can we talk real quick?” You went to walk away. “We just did.” Jeff grabbed your arm. “I meant about us. About what happened.”

You followed Jeff down an empty corridor. You pushed your hands into the pockets of your sweatpants as you both stopped, your sneakers suddenly became your source of attention.

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for an apology? You cheated on me and never talked to me again! I got my stuff from our place and you never spoke two words to me! And now you say sorry!”

Jeff looked down at his hands. “I did it so you would sign and go on to live your dream.” You looked up at him. “W-What?” It came out like a whisper.

“I cheated so you would sign with WWE. You weren’t going to because what I said…I couldn’t let that happen. I cheated so you would hate me with every fiber of your being and sign with them.”

You ran your hands down your face. “Why didn’t you…Why didn’t you just tell me to sign with them instead! Why didn’t you just break up with me like a normal person!”

Jeff looked at you, his eyes flicker over your face. “Because you wouldn’t have signed if I was still in the picture! If I…If I just broke up with you, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve missed your chance at this! At the world’s largest stage! I couldn’t hold you back from that!”

“You…You don’t know what I would’ve done. If you told me all this…” You ran a hand over your head. “If you would’ve just spoken to me…If you would’ve just fucking spoken to me like anyone else would have, we could’ve been happy and together.” You hissed through your teeth.

“I loved you…I still fucking love you and I hate myself for it. I hate that you can still make me feel all this!” Jeff caught your arm and pulled you into his body.

“I still love you, Darlin’.” You let your head fall against his chest, his fell against the top of yours.

“I can’t do this, Jeff. I can’t lose again.” You tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t allow you. “You aren’t going to lose me. I’m here to stay.”

“Do you promise?” Jeff smiled against your hair. “Yes, I promise.”


Smells Like Teen Drama

Dean x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Language, bitch teenagers (like me).

Tags: @i-am-an-outcast @becaamm

Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle

A/n: Fun fact. The part with the itch teenager actually kind of happened to me. The last comeback the reader had I said to the girl who was being a bitch. Lets just say I out bitched her. The bullying thing were things I went through too as a kid.


Your entire life was spent looking up to people who you saw as prettier or of better human quality than you. Having issues with your physical and spiritual appearance was your forte.

There were the kids at school. Who picked and pulled at the little tightly wound curls resting on your head. Saying you were ugly and different because your hair wasn’t straight like there’s. To fix the issue, you asked your single parenting father to straighten your hair.

“I want to be like them daddy.” You’d say while looking in the mirror. Attempting to flat iron your 7 year old hair with a straightener that was off.

In middle school you were one of the few kids who didn’t wear any form of makeup. Uncle Sam and Cas had been building up your confidence over the summer between 5th and 6th grade. But no amount of love could’ve helped with the daily challenges you faced.

Teenagers and pre-teens alike would poke at your face. Making fun of the unruly amount of freckles it held on the surface. The nickname “polka dots” became how people remembered you. As though they need a small reminder of you and the mane of curls wasn’t enough.

It seemed as though everyday of your junior high days was spent with a hood on and a face hanging low. The second Dean noticed this he pulled you out.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were having problems?” Dean was crouched down to your level. Brushing away each crooked tear that fell from your green and brown eyes and simultaneously cleaning the fistful bruising that hugged your eye.

“I thought you would be mad at me.” You looked up into his eyes, watching as they released a tear at the sight of his bruised child. “It’s okay, Daddy.” Reaching up, you wiped his tear away and pulled yourself into his chest.

When high school came around you were far from ready to deal with people. Especially teenagers. They were royal dicks. So rather than sending you to a public school, you and Dean talked about straight homeschool. Which worked out well. You got to attend hunts more often. Of course you weren’t allowed to help too much, overprotective dad and such. Life had been dialing back to normal for you. Well- as normal as it could be for a Winchester. Up until now.

You, your dad, and Uncle Sam pulled up to a house. All of you were going to go inside and do the normal routine. Ask questions. Anything weird. Blah blah blah.

Three teenage girls sat on the porch. Glaring at you and then talking to one another before smiling happily.

“Dad, I think I’ll stay in the car.” You said, all the while never breaking eye contact with the small bundle of girls.

“What? W-” Sam nudged his brother mid sentence. Directing his attention to the girls who were too judgmental for their own good. “They’re not going to say anything to you.” Your dad sighed out with sympathy.

“They don’t have to…” you broke the eye contact you had with them before turning your head completely away from the window.

“You really think some petty teenage girl is going to say anything even remotely offensive when two big guys with guns are with you?” Your Uncle had his arm drooped over the black leather seat. Making it so he was looking right at your hanging face.

“Teenage girls are mean.” Taking your head, you dramatically laid it back onto the seat. Letting out a deep breath of air as it hit.

“So be mean.” Dean piped up, causing you to lift your head with a furrowed brow. “You’re a teenage girl. So if they want to bitches- just out bitch them.” He smiled at you just as you smiled at him.

“Really?” You took one final glance at the girls who were clearly pointing at you and laughing.

“Really.” They both say at the same time. It honestly freaked you out how they did that on occasion.

There was no need to say anything. The three of you reached for the door handle nearest to you and swung it open. The entire walk up to the front door, you never broke eye contact with one of the girls who seemed to be the culprit behind it all.

The two suited men beside you had no issue getting past the girls. It wasn’t until you tried that one of them stood up and stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Sorry. No trash dressed hoodlums allowed.” She snickered. Feeling proud of herself. Your dad and uncle instantly turned around with their eyebrows raised.

“Guess being a hoodlum would be better than being you.” You tried to push past her but her force drove you down the three steps with a stumble. Driving you to land straight on your ass.

Dean was about to snatch the bitch up by her hair no doubt, but Sam stopped him.

“Don’t talk to me like that lowlife. I had a concussion and can’t take your shit.” The girl spat out. Crossing her arms as though she won.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You pushed yourself upwards and onto your feet before walking over to her and getting right in her face. “Did you hit your head on the gear shifter?” The girl was more surprised you said that then you were.

Without a problem, you pushed right by the girl and made your way up the stairs for a second time. Stopping before landing in the deck.

“Anything to say lemmings?” You asked with confidence in your voice. Both of the girls shook their heads before moving off the steps completely.

“When I said be a bitch- I didn’t think you’d…you know.” There was a large hint of proud parenting on Dean’s face.

“I think these pigtail braids might be too tight.” You laughed out, causing you both to smile just as Sam knocked on the door.